It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

i really havent

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

...

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

the site i am dreaming

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
wait what is that

what do you think my name is

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

its good short few pages

and the fake qualifier

Thank you, Jack

...

plato

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

we can only engage in such a way

I Write Goodbye Letter